Bob Johnston, Naval Architect, Philosopher and poet has kindly contributed a few of his many poems to us for your enjoyment. Bob keeps busy with his boat designs, philosophy presentations and his upcoming book of poems and photos. Thanks again.
Christmas at Granny Nobles
Christmas is the time of year,
when memories come loud and clear,
of childhood parties that were good,
with lots of games and lots of food,
held at the Church, or at the school,
to mark the holiday of Yule.
But the best party of the year,
was held by Granny Noble dear.
We gathered there just after lunch,
the whole clan coming in a bunch,
of twenty adults and their kids,
with fervour that could not be hid.
We raised the roof with cries and shouts,
until they threw the big ones out,
to play along the Lagan's bank,
among the grasses tall and lank.
til it was time to have our tea,
which was served in sittings three,
to eat the feast prepared with care,
for the host assembled there.
The front room was a sight to see,
with decorations and a tree.
As we foregathered cheek by jowl,
digesting slowly the festive fowl,
we listened to the carols sung,
by Bobby Frazer, who also rung
the handbells that he played along,
to accompany the Christmas Songs.
The highlight of the Christmas night,
was a very traditional sight,
the arrival of Santa and his sack,
which he carried on his back,
filled with goodies and with toys,
for the assembled girls and boys,
and all got more than a fair share,
before the bag was declared bare.
By midnight we were all at rest,
thinking this Christmas was the best,
but in my heart I always knew,
as I attended twenty two,
THe best one always was the last,
as it been in years gone past.